It's Kayla

The door swung open and there was my beautiful Kayla, wearing nothing but a short robe, hair disheveled from going to sleep with it wet, or from vigorous sex. She held in her hand a coffee cup, steam and scent wafting into the room, "There's coffee upstairs if you boys want to get it while it's hot." She raised a slight eyebrow at me and smirked, took a deep breath.

"We'll be right up," Glenn responded for the both of us. Kayla nodded and spun, blowing on her coffee as she returned to the kitchen. Her naked ass cheeks peeked out from beneath the little fluffy, white robe. I pulled the thong back over my asshole and slid from the bed. Glenn had gotten up and grabbed the two robes we'd dropped on the floor. He tossed me one, "I think our clothes got all wet last night."

I had been to distracted and drunk to have actually noticed, but I decided out of convenience that Ricky, like me, wasn't a morning person and just mumbled, "mm hmm."

I put on the robe which barely covered my panties, and then only when I stood rather stiffly upright, and I followed Glenn up to the kitchen. His naked ass swayed in front of me, the same ass I'd tongued the night before. I was feeling hungover and confused. The conversation in the kitchen was quiet and brusque, indicating I wasn't the only hungover one. Mat, despite his apparent nausea and headache, was cooking up some Costa Rican rice and beans, which he claimed was the best possible thing to eat in the morning.

Kayla bent slightly at the hips as she reached for the coffee pot. The robe rode up her ass and displayed her naked pussy and ass, both of which looked somewhat moist, and it looked almost as though a viscous white cream might have been dripping out of her, though I may have been imagining it.

She handed me a steaming mug and one to Glenn. We sat at barstools and Mat served up some breakfast. We ate mostly in silence with some quiet grumbling, giggling, winking and nudging about the events of the previous night.

As we wound down, hangovers lingering, Mat announced, "All our clothes are still wet. You may as well just borrow the robes for now. I'll drop everyone off at their cars in my SUV."

"I thought you drove to the bar from work last night?" My undercover wife hinted inquiringly.

"Yeah," said Mat, "I drove in my sports car. I also have an SUV, in the garage."

I felt the rims of my ears grow a little warm with envy of Mat, who was clearly more capable of providing for Kayla than I was. With only one income, Mat was able to own a nicer house with a bigger garage, two nicer cars, bigger muscles and a bigger cock than I did, even with Kayla's income added to mine.

"Let me just change quick," Mat said before retiring to his bedroom. Kayla smirked at me with her nose over her coffee, clutched in both hands, but she didn't say a word while Mat was gone. Mat returned in jeans and a t-shirt. We each put on our shoes, since they hadn't gotten wet.

"I don't want to wear shoes. Ricky, can you wear mine home for me?"

"Honey, you know you're not my size. I've got my own shoes." I said, my throbbing head coming vocalized in a whine.

"Oh come on, you know you've squeezed into them before. You told me you like wearing my shoes."

I hesitated only a moment, gripped by the surreal terror that I'd slipped out of character, "Oh alright honey," I said, smoothing out my voice with some effort, "I guess I'll carry mine."

Kayla gave me a peck on the cheek before we piled into Mat's SUV. Kayla sat in her short fluffy robe in the front seat beside Mat, Feely and Chris leaned together closely in the middle row, and I found myself again beside Glenn, our bare legs rubbing together, mine smooth, his with hair, in the far back of the vehicle. A cool musical fusion of jazz and electonic music thrummed from the surround sound speaker system at a low enough volume to hear eachother talk, and Mat backed out of his garage.

I tuned in to Feely and Chris' conversation, already underway. "But you are looking fine as hell in that robe, Feely. Almost as good as you were looking last night. Did we...?"

"You and me?" Feely said, laughing. Chris laughed a little too. "Don't you remember?" Feely asked.

"I don't remember leaving the bar," Chris admitted, "I just woke up all wet on the couch."

"Well, it seems part of you remembers, at least a little bit." I assumed Feely was grabbing Chris' hard cock. Mine started to harden a little, Glenn nudging me. I looked at Glenn, but in my periphery saw Chris lean in for a kiss. Glenn glanced over at them and I saw his eyes widen. Feely was climbing into Chris' lap, her hand still down between them; I imagined her inserting him into herself. My cock jumped fully to attention, pulling the thong deeper into my ass. Glenn noticed and cupped my balls. I instinctively returned the favor, retrieving his easily from the fluffy folds of the robe. But by this time we had arrived at the bar, which was very close to Mat's house.